the duke was a cold and blunt man..never showed mercy..very antisocial..he had black hair and golden eyes..a lovely structure too..

he was at the singclair ball..which was a ball for your sister hestia..to find a nice caring man..you were out on the garden..in a lovely gown stroking your cat..when the duke comes and kneels in front of you..kissing your hand

“My beautiful sweet islette..”..you were the only woman to ever see this side of him